Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
“James. I cannot believe how lovely he is. I thought after seeing Lord Abnus, that I would never find another as attractive, but his mischievous smile drew me in. More than that, he never knew me before, when I was the heir. All he knows is Oren, the bad flirt, not Oren, the fake heir.” – from the diary of Oren Byrne, age twenty-one.
The fire crackled pleasantly as I curled up in a chair, reading one of the books I’d taken from the library. My eyes struggled to stay open. I loved a good history book and learning as much as the next person, but this book was dry and I was struggling to stay awake.
A knock startled me. I set my book aside and walked to the door in nothing but my sleep shirt.
Who would be calling on me at this hour?
I assumed it would be Georgie or one of my brothers.
Heavens knew, Frances would never dream of bothering me when I was in my night shirt.
It wasn’t proper, and it would take the most dire of circumstances to drive her toward me.
I imagined it was Nevan or Sevrin calling me out for a drink.
Opening the door proved me wrong.
Lord Abnus stood on the other side, his hands fisted and breath harsh. “Mr. Byrne.”
The air left my lungs as warmth slid down my spine, stirring my cock. I fought against it. The swell would be painfully obvious in my thin shirt. “Lord Abnus, what can I do for you? Are you well?”
We’d seen each other less than an hour ago.
“Yes,” he said, pupils blown wide.
He stepped closer, and I looked up to keep my eyes on his.
Lord Abnus didn’t seem well. In fact, he seemed…
needy. A choice lay before me, and I knew the answer without even thinking about it.
Taking a deep breath to calm my pounding heart, which threatened to escape the longer we stared at each other, I shoved my door open in an invitation.
Why be subtle? Lord Abnus had felt my obvious desire for him in the hunting shed.
Lord Abnus closed the distance between us. “Cethin ordered me to care for your every need while he and Lord Byrne were gone. He said you could want for nothing. He needn’t have bothered with the order, as I will do whatever you want.”
I swallowed, my cock lifting and tenting the front of my sleep shirt. “Anything?”
“Anything.” He glanced down, and I shifted, painfully hard. His voice dropped. “Can I assist you with that? You appear uncomfortable.”
Words fled as lust clouded my thoughts. My hand grasped the front of his shirt, not allowing him to escape, as I stepped back. Lord Abnus followed me without the slightest resistance, kicking the door closed behind him with a resounding thud.
With my heart in my throat, I traced his face, feeling the sharp edges and the smooth planes of his skin beneath my fingertips. I could hardly believe this was happening. I had dreamed it, wished it, since the first moment I saw him in the ballroom, celebrating my twenty-first birthday.
Lord Abnus had forced himself so deep into my heart and mind, I feared, no I knew, I would never be rid of him, and I didn’t want to be.
When I crested the outside of his lips, he bit my thumb, causing the sharp sting and drawing a pleasured gasp from my throat, then licked the digit to wipe the pain away. I groaned at the sight and warmth of his tongue, shifting closer.
“Lord Abnus,” I whispered, angling my head toward him. My eyes locked onto the fullness of his bottom lip, wanting to trace it with my tongue before claiming his mouth.
He nuzzled my forehead, ignoring my mouth, then dragged his nose along the side of my head, lips tracing the shell of my ear. I gasped, clutching the front of his jacket even tighter, when he nibbled on my ear.
“Abnus,” I cried at the warm sensation.
He released a sharp gasp, but when I tried to pull away to apologize for my impertinence, he held me tight.
Smiling, I whispered, “Abnus.”
“Again,” he ordered, voice rough.
“Abnus.”
“More.”
Again and again, I said his name. The tip of my cock began to grow wet with my desire. Abnus didn’t rush, slowly, painstakingly, kissing and nibbling down my ear until he reached my neck. My hips bucked when his silky tongue brushed my pulse point.
“Please,” I begged, even though I loved him teasing me. The light touches were sending me to insanity, and he hadn’t even touched my weeping cock yet. He ignored me and continued to explore for several moments before he slid down, coming to rest on his knees in front of me.
My breath caught in my lungs as I stared down at him.
His purple eyes were on mine, and everything felt so right.
Like we both belonged here, in this moment, with each other.
I cupped his face, and he leaned into my touch, the soft strands of his hair brushing the back of my hand.
My thumb traced his cheekbone, and I simply relished the feel of his skin, no longer in a hurry even with my cock demanding his attention.
He kissed my palm, pressing into the flesh as he groaned in the back of his throat.
Pulling away, Abnus lifted the thin nightshirt and exposed my straining dick.
My foreskin had peeled back enough to see the flushed head.
A pearly bead pooled in my slit. He swiped his thumb through it and rubbed the sensitive tip, making a sharp breath rip out of my throat.
Abnus teased my crown with his fingers, spreading the pre-cum, which wouldn’t stop leaking, around. His fingers slid down my shaft, igniting fires. My hips rutted forward to chase the friction, but he ignored my movement and continued to my balls.
He cupped them, and I bit out, “Shit.”
Gently, he squeezed them before placing a kiss on the tip of my dick. “Mr. Byrne,” he muttered, eyes on mine.
Unable to stop myself, I ran my fingers through the impossibly silky strands of his midnight hair and palmed his cheek again. I couldn’t help but touch him. “Please,” I begged.
His mouth came around the crown of my cock, and I moaned at the wet heat of him. Abnus was so much warmer inside than his cool skin had made me anticipate. An answering moan came from Abnus, vibrations traveling down my shaft, making me shiver.
“Fuck,” I bit out.
He licked my slit, the tip of his tongue teasing me. “You taste good.”
My breath turned even harsher. I watched as he slid down my shaft, sucking.
I stroked his cheek and panted, knees trembling at the sensation of his mouth and the sight of his full lips wrapped around me.
Slowly, almost painfully so, he bobbed up and down.
It took everything I had to not thrust deep into his throat.
I didn’t want to hurt him, and it was beyond rude.
I might have very little experience, but even James, who’d enjoyed it rough, had taught me that.
One of his hands squeezed my balls, making me jump.
Pleasure built with each pass of his mouth and squeeze of his hand.
He stroked the skin between my balls and hole with practiced motions that had me shaking.
I clutched his hair as my hips wiggled with the need to bury myself inside of him.
His tongue expertly flicked and teased me as he kept the pressure hard around me.
“Ungh,” I moaned, wanting to close my eyes but absolutely refusing to miss even a moment of the erotic sight of Abnus sucking me.
With a groan, Abnus slid all the way down on my shaft, the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat. He moaned, sending vibrations through me. Instinctively, I bucked forward, then froze.
Abnus swiped my ass with enough force to bring a slight sting, but not enough to hurt and not as hard as I liked.
I’d discovered, rather quickly, that I liked pain mixed with my pleasure.
It made me feel less fragile or like I needed to be guarded at all times.
I was stronger than anyone, even I thought, or at least I told myself that.
But how had Abnus known about my love of pain? I had given no indication. Perhaps he enjoyed it too?
He gripped my ass cheeks and urged me forward. I gaped at him. He yanked me closer, directing me to fuck him while moans spilled from his lips and traveled up my prick.
“Abnus,” I cried, giving into it. I thrust forward, and he growled, holding me tighter.
Steadily, I picked up speed, sliding in and out of his wet mouth, until I was fucking his face and gripping his hair in my hands.
Abnus didn’t stop making garbled noises as unintelligible, animalistic sounds ripped from my throat.
I didn’t care about the hour, or who might hear and guess what exactly was happening. All that mattered, all I could focus on was Abnus. The noises. The feel of his mouth. His unyielding grip that would leave bruises in the morning on my ass.
Pleasure barreled down my spine as my balls drew up tight. I panted, gripping his hair and thrusting into his mouth. “I-I-I’m coming.”
I tried to pull out, but he didn’t allow me to.
I thrust deep into his throat as white noise filled my ears and pleasure so intense that my knees went weak.
I called his name, clutching his hair. Abnus sucked me, swallowing my release, as he played with my balls and circled my hole, extending my release.
As the fire faded, I would’ve collapsed if not for Abnus. He slid off my cock, licking the head. I whimpered. It was too sensitive, almost painfully so. He finished cleaning up every speck of cum before he placed whisper-soft kisses down my softening shaft.
“Oren,” he muttered between kisses. Abnus nuzzled the root of my cock, nose buried in the hair.
He placed another kiss and whispered my name yet again.
My stomach. My hips. My thighs. Anywhere he could reach from his position, he kissed and kept saying my name over and over again like it was a spell.
Panting, I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to stand. “Let me make you feel good.” God, I wanted the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of him in my mouth.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I yanked him up.
Abnus slowly got to his feet, but when my hands went to his trousers to free the hard length of his cock, he stopped me with a firm but gentle hand. I went up on my toes to kiss him, needing to connect with him after my hard release, and he shied away.
“Please, Abnus, I want to.” I wasn’t above begging if that was what he wanted. I needed him to come undone beneath my touch before he wrapped me in his solid embrace and held me close.
He cupped my cheek, his expression almost pained, and brushed his thumb over my lips. I kissed the digit, sucking it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his thumb. Abnus’s breath harshened, and he leaned closer, his black hair brushing my cheeks.
Abnus shook his head and stepped back.
I felt eerily similar to when we’d stood in the snow after he’d rejected my kiss. Cold. Bereft. “Abnus?”
“Next time.” He kissed my forehead, pressing hard into it. “I enjoyed pleasuring you.”
I gripped the front of his jacket, silently willing him to stay, but when he moved back, I released him. Abnus gave me the smallest smile I’d ever seen, then darted out of the room.
The earlier pleasure died as I stood in the center of my bedroom alone.